L A T E

9

Fara's brain was suddenly empty due to the attack that the man gave her suddenly.

Beberapa detik yang lalu saat Fara melihat laki-laki itu sebelum dirinya keluar dari kafe. Fara mendapati laki-laki itu tersenyum.

No. gabe. Not the usual smile typical waiter to give to the buyer. Except for a big smile that gives the impression of greeting.

Fara closed her eyes for a moment. At this moment his mind continued to fixate on the man who was smiling widely at him. Fara took a voracious breath and exhaled it violently. Immediately Fara turned on her motorbike and passed away leaving the cafe.

At this time Raga Fara was far from the cafe. But his mind remained there. Fara shook her head slowly to brush off the figure of the man who was smiling widely at her.

Fara can see the corner of the complex alley where his house is located, the bike he turned there. Not five minutes Fara was in front of the fence.

Fara is lucky because the fence of the house is wide open. Soon he put his motorcycle in and carelessly put it in his spacious yard.

Fara got off the bike after he had previously turned off his bike. A helmet that sits sweetly on his head. That helmet Fara put in the right rearview mirror. Fara took a plastic bag containing the drink she had bought. Fara was able to see the brown liquid because of the transparent plastic bag wrapper. Instantly Fara was brought back to the scene a few minutes ago. Fara closed her eyes again while muttering the word 'suffer' repeatedly, then shook her head slowly to try to get rid of the figure in her mind.

Fara walked towards the fence of his house, with full initiative Fara closed the black fence. He turned around and walked into the house.

Fara said a slow greeting. No one answered. The father will be home at five. Fara does not know where Rere is going, the time of his sister's return is uncertain, but Fara knows if Rere is not home at the moment. Because there are no motorcycles belonging to Rere parked in the yard of the house.

Fara stepped into the kitchen to look for her mother who was always at home. However, the figure who used to use the negligee remained non-existent. Fara walked into the bathroom, knocked twice on the door. The door opened by itself. Fara put her head in the bathroom.

Niente.

Fara grieved, took her mobile phone from the backpack. Fara again grieved, because he remembered that his internet quota had run out. Fara put her backpack on the chair. The drink he just bought he just put it on the dining table. Fara spurred her steps to get out of the house.

Fara was startled by her mother's presence just as she reached the door. Fara thrust her right hand at the woman in front of her.

Dilla received the handstab. Dilla watched Fara who lowered her head. Afterwards, Dilla felt her hand being carried towards the forehead of her youngest daughter.

"Where's mom from?" asked Fara after finishing with her activities, lifted her head so she could see the face of the interlocutor.

"Get together with other mothers" replied Dilla.

"Fara don't see."

"So Mama had called, her own you didn't call. Even if it has ears, don't make it a display!" dilla's nagging is long.

Fara did not realize that she passed her mother on the way home. Fara also did not hear Mama's greeting to herself. At that time his mind was still busy thinking about the 'it' event'.

Fara passed her Mama just like that, then walked towards her motorbike.

"Where are you going?"

Fara turned to her mother who had not yet entered the house. "There was forgetfulness."

"Yes, Ma. Fara go first."

The fence of the house that has been opened by his mother makes Fara not have to bother to go down and up the motorbike. Immediately after saying the greeting Fara drove away from the house and his mother who was still standing watched his departure.

Dilla answered Fara's greeting. His eyes were still fixed on the figure sitting in the motorcycle seat.

"Fara! Don't speed!" dilla cried when she saw Fara speeding away.

Only a moment after the shout Dilla had not found the figure of her daughter.

***

Fara put her bike on the sidewalk. Still wearing school uniforms and flip-flops as her footwear Fara walked towards the pulse counter in front of her.

Fara found another figure standing next to her. Fara glanced at him for a while, her gaze fixed on the bed on the upper right arm of the person. The male figure turned out to be from the same school as him. Fara's gaze rose onto the man's face, who knows this man is one of his acquaintances. Fara found a face half covered by a mask. Fara shifted her eyes. He did not know the look of the man behind the mask.

"Pulse fifty thousand." Fara showed her phone number to be recorded by the owner of this pulse counter.

"Bang, my pulse hasn't come in yet."

Fara turned her head quickly when she heard a voice that was familiar to her. Soon the man also turned his head. Right now the eyes of the two were looking at each other.

"Fara!" Nino lowered her mask to her chin. Looked that handsome face with a typical smile of his.

Fara smiled faintly, then nodded.

"Well, we meet again." Nino smiled wider, her eyes narrowing as she did so.

Fara was stunned by that smile.

Somehow Nino's current smile reminded him back to the man in the cafe who suddenly smiled like 'that' to him.

Fara subconsciously compared the two.

Nino's smiling face and the man's smiling face.

It would be a lie if Nino's smiling face at the moment did not make Fara fascinated. The current Nino, looks beautiful. No, even Nino has looked beautiful since their first meeting.

The men in the cafe are the same. When you see him who always smiles formally for the sake of his work and see him who suddenly smiles sincerely to Fara is something extraordinary. They both really look beautiful in Fara's eyes. The sweet Nino smiled with her dimples as well as the man who was handsome while smiling widely, leaving a formal impression attached to her.

But there is something different.

Nino could not make Fara feel the same turmoil as when she was close to the male cafe worker.

"Fara?"

Fara regained consciousness from her long thoughts as she felt something pat her left shoulder.

Nino looked at Fara who kept looking at her. I don't know why Nino feels ...

... not comfortable? It was like something was different from his body's response.

"Have entered Mas, try checking the pulse." The voice of the seller suddenly entered between the two.

Nino stared at the skinny man across from her, while Fara clenched her lips back to let out a word.

"His mother also entered."

Fara felt the phone in her skirt pocket shake. He took that flat thing from there. Can Fara see the message from the operator telling that the charging pulse has been successful.

Fara handed over some money to the male owner of the pulse counter.

"Pas ya Mbak money."

Fara nodded then thanked him.

Fara walked away from the pulse counter to the motorbike that was on the sidewalk. Along the way Fara saw the back of Nino's body that stood not far from Fara's motorbike.

"Well?"

Nino was startled by the sudden sound from behind her. Nino turned her back so she could see Fara.

"Not really good," answered Nino.

"Stand up that." Fara walked up to her motorbike, then rode it.

"If you knew why?" Sewot Nino told Fara, his hand grabbed the helmet hanging on the rearview mirror of his motorbike, then raised it on the head.

"Good talk" Fara replied unconcernedly. He named his motorbike. Fara was ready to go.

"Eh, uh, wait, Fara!" With Gopoh Nino immediately boarded the motorbike, it was ignited by the motorbike and followed Fara who had driven first.

And subconsciously, Fara smiled faintly.

***